Onward Bound
A quaint little Japanese township I visited a few weeks back. Traditional
houses lined the streets with many waterways running through the main
tracks; in many directions which are home to the hundreds of
carp that can be found frollicking through the gaps.
I stopped in my tracks and daydreamed somewhat, and thought of life as
being a carp with only one granted wish.
I visioned myself swimming through the cool waters given to me from above;
sometimes alone and sometimes not.
The translucent water made everything crystal clear, that I was here to
confirm that all one can do, is to flow onward bound.
